The interview went VERY well. I should know by the end of the week if I have the job or not. I'm confident.

The downside is that it put me in more of a depression. Why? Well, because it brought back a whole lot of memories of my father. He was a photographer for the newspaper. I'd drive by (it's right near I-95) and if I saw him sitting on the back of his truck smoking his cigar, I'd honk the horn and he'd wave. Plus I saw a whole lot of the guys from the photo department who came out as I was waiting, to tell me how very much they miss him and what a wonderful man he was. I did everything I could not to cry before the interview. But boy did I make up for it once I got in my car and after I got home.

I'll let you guys know the minute I hear anything. Thanks for being such great friends. Don't know what I'd do without ANY of you!!!